Burn (Book 2 of The Fire Trilogy)

Chapter 15: I did that for NOTHING!?

Unedited-feel free to point out my mistakes.

Chapter 15: I did that for NOTHING!?

*Aubrey's POV*

Oh my God.

She wasn't kidding when she said it would be long....

And I don't know what she gave me but I felt like hell.

She gave me thousands of drugs, I swear on my life I thought I was going to OD.

I was prodded, poked, sore, and I felt very violated.

I liked Karen way more then this bitch.

After she was done timing me on push-ups, sit-ups, and pan tolerance, and frowning at her watch and then me.

I felt like I was going to die.

I swear this lady could be a fucking drill-sergeant.

"Come on, Aubrey! Get up!"

"Just leave me here to die," I told her in all honesty.

I then smelt something very familiar and I saw what was in her hand.

Steak.

I felt saliva drip from my mouth as my stomach growled in protest.

Food. Food. Food. Food. Food. Food. Food. Food. FOOD!

"Please, get up."

I got up immediately and she gave me the steak, that I tore into like a wild animal.

"Thank you," she said smiling bitterly at me.

"Now, I would like you to sit in the chair."

Don't need to tell me twice.

I plopped down to the chair and she strapped me in.

Wait...?

Fuck.

"Now hold still, this might hurt a little bit," she said looking at me gently. Well.. not so gently.

She got a syringe out with a needle as long as my fucking fore-arm and hovered it right above my navel.

I started freaking out.

Like, screaming for God to have mercy on my soul.

Or not...

I'll never tell you.

Let's just say, I wasn't a happy person, okay?

Okay.

"WOULD YOU STOP MOVING IT WILL HURT WORSE!"

I sputtered, "Worse? WORSE?! THE THING IS ALREADY GOING TO KILL ME AND YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT WORSE?!"

**A/N I'm writing this on a notebook in large capital letters in study hall. People are looking..**

"JUST CALM DOWN!!!"

Jest then the door, more of the less, flew off its hinges.

"What the hell is going on in here?!"

I looked at Dell' Antonio as he looked at me and Lillian trying to kill me.

"I have this under control," she said in a deadly calm voice that could freeze hell over.

"You call this under control," he asked in the same deadly tone.

"She's struggling. I have to get the needle in the right place or the clomiphene to function properly."